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Oct. 19th, 2007 01:36 pmAlan Coren has died.
When I was a nipper, he was a writer and then editor for 'Punch'. I can remember being in one of the school libraries (which had a near-complete collection stretching back to the 1880's) and reading all the issues since the war (that's WWII, always 'The War', WWI being 'The Great War'). It took me a few weeks of most of my free time.
He commissioned work from great cartoonists...though it also must be said 'Punch' under his editorship still lacked the bite it had under Muggeridge.
In the 60's the mantle of satire had passed to Private Eye, though Punch was always more establishment leaning.
English humour shall miss him.
'The Sanity Inspector' and 'Golfing for Cats' are two of his collections of articles from Punch written in the 70's, and from memory, very well worth reading.
As an aside, his daughter won a major poker tournament, and writes regularly on sex and gambling. And his son is a respected journalist. But I don't think any of those facts hastened his demise.
Who'd write for a living.....I mean, that would make it akin to work.
When I was a nipper, he was a writer and then editor for 'Punch'. I can remember being in one of the school libraries (which had a near-complete collection stretching back to the 1880's) and reading all the issues since the war (that's WWII, always 'The War', WWI being 'The Great War'). It took me a few weeks of most of my free time.
He commissioned work from great cartoonists...though it also must be said 'Punch' under his editorship still lacked the bite it had under Muggeridge.
In the 60's the mantle of satire had passed to Private Eye, though Punch was always more establishment leaning.
English humour shall miss him.
'The Sanity Inspector' and 'Golfing for Cats' are two of his collections of articles from Punch written in the 70's, and from memory, very well worth reading.
As an aside, his daughter won a major poker tournament, and writes regularly on sex and gambling. And his son is a respected journalist. But I don't think any of those facts hastened his demise.
Who'd write for a living.....I mean, that would make it akin to work.